"My boy fr--oh, you mean Bob. That's Bob Jenkins. But we're just
friends, Professor."
I wished that she would ease off a little on the steam she was
generating. Her invitation was too open, too sudden. I felt a tickling
wariness inside as I looked into the green eyes.
"Did you have something in mind for me, Professor?" she asked, her
voice almost purring. "I mean, about the term paper."
"Yes. Suppose we set up a time...." I stared at the schedule I had
started to draw up. A half-formed plan jumped into focus in my mind
and I knew that subconsciously I had known all along what I hoped to
arrange. I spoke impulsively. "How about tonight, Miss Hendricks?"
"Tonight?" Her face showed surprise, but I saw the flicker of something
else momentarily in her eyes. Satisfaction.
"My time is pretty well taken up for the next two days during the
day--with classes and these other appointments. But I do have some free
time tonight."
"In your office?"
I hesitated. "You could come up to my trailer. I'm at the top of the
hills near Beverly Glen. The Valley View Trailer Court. It's quite easy
to reach."
"I know the place. Off Mulholland, isn't it?"
"Yes. I'm in number 14-P."